I had come to the belief that every generation think that their generation is the best. And that the previous generation was too backward, and the next generation is too idiotic. But this post will not be about whose generation is better, because if this post is about that, it’s gonna end on the next line.
My generation is totally better. Fin.
However, i will not be talking about that. I want to talk about something completely different but still somehow related.
It baffles me sometimes how kids nowadays are eagerly knocking on the door of adulthood. Perhaps a little too eager. I once read in a news article about a teenage girl who threw a hot milk on the face of her own mother because her mother refused to buy her a new cellphone. There was also this famous case in my town where fights between highschool resulted in the dead of one student. Or how the local “homemade” porn industry is dominated by highschool students, many still in their uniforms, acting like a pornstar wannabe. No, of course i don’t watch those porns. I just took a quick peek in the name of research.
Anyway, my point is, it seems like only yesterday i was that cute little boy, amazed by the world i’m currently living in, learning magic, discovering magical creatures, being taught Kamehameha, and enjoying my semester in Hogwarts. Who am i kidding? Okay, i was lying, i’m not that cute when i was little boy. But the other parts are true. My point is, i have an amazing childhood. I mean, compared to my life now, my childhood was way better. Raindrops on windows was the best race in the world, a broom was everything from guitar, sword, lightsaber, rifle, or anything you can imagine. And my bed was the cockpit of the most sophisticated battle jet in the Ararknoar (it’s the name of my imaginary world, i know it sucks, i just wrote what came to mind). Now, what do i have? A stack of papers i have to finished reading before the weekend? Working late for an underpaid part-time job? Finals? Women? (Just kidding, women are great, sometimes). I’m not saying that i hate my life as of now. (I do actually). I’m just saying that those pre-puberty kids should stop knocking so hard. If they were to take over the body of adults for a week and see with their own eyes how sad, and cruel, and lonely adulthood is, they would cling to their childhood harder than Smeagol to the One Ring.
And if i were to take their body and be a child again, i will never want to leave. I’ll say it. I hate growing up. There are too much demands from the world, from the people around you; there are less love, and support, and true friends once you’re growing up. I know at this point most of you would say, oh God this guy needs to talk to someone, he’s going crazy. But i’m not, i’m not crazy for longing for being 15 again. And neither do those 15 kids who want to be 25. I’m just saying enjoy your childhood while it last. Yeah sure at one point i will find the way to enjoy my growing up and early adulthood phase, but only with the help of sense of humor and creativity, two things childhood gave me.
So yeah, being a child rocks! And being an adult sss–srocks too!
But i believe that life stop being enjoyable–or we stop being child–once we seek approval, first from parents or family, then from the world around us. I believe that’s not growing up is all about.
So, enjoy your childhood while it last, and if it’s too late and you’re already growing up, bring back a little taste of childishness into your life, wait for the ensuing amazingness.